No biggy...(for you)

Ok so i got really sick a month ago and i was confined at the hospital for a week. All those injections, blood and urine samples, inserting the dextrose needle, it was like hell. They sent a student to take a blood sample from me, she got it wrong the 1st time and came back, she inserted the needle on the same spot where she took the 1st shot, tha pain was excrutiating, i thought it was only gonna hurt a little but i almost fainted and had a harder time breathing after the injection. I'm never gonna take my chances on a student nurse anymore, N-E-V-E-R!! My fever was going from 37-38 degrees. I really hate hospitals , they give you that feeling of death, that something might be wrong with you or something worse. 1st off, I get weak when i see blood, secondly i don't like seeing dead bodies, even though they're under a blanket being pushed on a mobile bed along the hallway, my imagination just finds a way to make me think what's under there. All those patients with blood stained bandages walking in the corridors. Hallways smelling like formaline or some liquid antibiotic that I wouldn't even wanna know what its gonna be used for, haven't they heard of air fresheners, geez. Hospitals just give me the creeps.

A lot of people here always chooses nursing as a course in college and my parents thought i would to. Yeah right, get a nursing course (3-4 years), pass the boards or get your masterals (extra 3-4 years), become a resident on one of the hospital of your choosing (3-4), pass the boards and become a doctor. Are they kidding, i'd be a dad by the time i become a doctor. Besides i hate seeing blood. After hearing that they disect cats and baby sharks, i wouldn't even dare of giving it a second thought. I love animals, i couldn't even disect my own frog because they had us take care of it for two weeks before disection. I couldn't stab his central nerve let alone kill him. When it was disection time, i had my friends do it for me, and told them that when it was time to puncture the lungs, i should be the one to do it, it was MY frog after all, his name was Robert. I get too attached to animals too easily so delivering the final blow as you might call it should be my job.

OK moving on. i got so carried away back there. So when i got out of the hospital my doctors said to eat more vegetables, drink some coconut juice, stop boxing forever, and don't exert yourself to any exercise for the time being. Are they kidding me!? it's like telling me to just drop dead. I strongly dislike vegetables and coconut juice, and boxing takes out a lot of callories, so does going to gym, even though my big bro keeps pushing me to go and i try to find a way to get away from it but sadly fails. Well, lifes just been a bitch for the past 1 and a half months, and i don't really know what to do now that going to the gym is out of the picture, i'd have more leisure time which i don't know what to spend it on. I haven't given up on drawing but i haven't the mood for it either. Everything's just going great for me, yeah right, but looking on the bright side, i still got my friends. Yup just B-E-A-utiful.

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*bow*